I'm writing this on a Sunday morning lying on my bed, with a cup of Pukka detox tea on my bedside table. Notice how I say 'lying on my bed' and not 'lying in my bed'?
Some people's ideas of a Sunday morning is lounging about their pyjamas with a cuppa in their bed, under the duvet then getting up when the waft of roast beef and gravy ascends upstairs and makes you jump out of bed to go and eat your roast dinner. For me, that's not an ideal Sunday morning. I'm probably one of only a few people who doesn't like staying in their pyjamas all day. To me, I just feel really dirty and unclean, I feel like I haven't had a bath in days if I stay in my 'Dreamer' pyjamas from Asda.
Whenever I've been an inpatient in hospital, I'm probably the only person on the ward who will get up and get dressed, even if it's just in my leggings and my Primark 'Central Perk' Friends t shirt. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a lazy day every now and then to recharge my batteries and binge eat on Monster Munch crisps and watch Only Fools and Horses on repeat on channel Gold, but most of the time I like to be up and about and do things. I hate it when I've gone a day without going out from the house, it does my head in. I like to go out at least once a every day, even if it's just for a drive in my car or a trip up my local Tesco Express to get some milk or bread.
I feel better when I've had a more productive day rather than a lazy one. I like to do those odd jobs which I've been meaning to do around the house, whether it's sorting out the cupboard under the stairs or cleaning my car.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who feels this way?!
Lucy
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